Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY, artist - RomeroDate of issue: 31.05.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY |
| Chorus: Romero |
| God don’t like ugly, homie |
| So why you hatin' on me |
| No one could judge you, homie |
| Don’t let 'em budge you, homie |
| There’s no excuses, homie |
| Don’t be so useless, homie |
| Get ya mind or ya money right |
| I’m on a whole another level |
| Check under my sombrero |
| I’m higher than a fire escape |
| Fly as a sparrow |
| The V-Town hustler, doin' the damn do-da |
| Seem |
| Like the game, is full of them barracudas |
| Them cut |
| Throat, wanna be something they can’t do |
| With nothin' else better than markin' fake truth |
| Now tell me it ain’t true |
| You know |
| The shit I’m breathin' |
| Is hundred percent legit |
| The facts, and no deceivin' |
| I’m behind the scenes, ridin' clean, watchin' them pop a raid |
| And just like fiends and weirdo geeks, them hobos love to hate |
| You can call it what you wanna call it, mayne, just feel free |
| But at least I know |
| All them real gatos feel me |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Watch what you say, homie, don’t bite ya tongue |
| I take a hit of the spliff, and put some smoke in my lungs |
| Yeah |
| Exhale and let you know what I think |
| I, think nothing of it |
| In fact, I’m above it |
| Yeah |
| You vatos need to watch ya mouth, and stop |
| Representing somethin' you know nothin' about |
| I do what I do |
| Don’t bother me, and I won’t bother me |
| I’m just a man, trying to make my feria too |
| So don’t cross the line, don’t mess with mine, don’t |
| Wanna have to |
| Get |
| Sick with it, take a beat and put a twist with it |
| Romero el mero mero |
| Lil Rob and Baby Bash |
| In it because we love it, not to mention the cash |
| Repeat Chorus |
| You could pray for my demise, try to dirty up my memory |
| Romero is a boss, always on time with my deliveries |
| And you’ll get fired on the spot if you try dissing me |
| You silly rabbits rappin', never ever threaten me |
| My flow is out of hand |
| My game is that advanced |
| You talkin' bad, I got ya girlfriend jumpin' out her pants |
| God don’t like nothin' ugly |
| Plus you got nothin' on me |
| I’ll slap that garbage out your mouth and get to dumping on you |
| You spittin' in the wind |
| I’m spittin' in ya face |
| Better watch out what you say, when you use my name in vein |
| You should be glad I made it |
| But no, you hella hatin' |
| You see me steppin' up my game, you see me elevatin' |
| Repeat Chorus |